How is it possible that every stinkin' time Alex gets dressed, he puts his shirt on backwards? Isn't there some sort of law of probability or odds or whatever that says at least once in a while he would end up with it on the right way?
We have the same exact conversation every time:
Me: Your shirt's on backwards.
Him: What? No it's not.
Me: Yes it is. Look for the tag.
Him(looking inside the front collar of his shirt): Oooooh! Whoops! That's silly!
Every. Time.
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